Ah, clenched little hands, so dear; Little brows so thoughtful and clear; Ah, smooth little side, so sweet, And soft little unstained feet;― There is nothing―no, nothing―to fear. I hear a shouting, far away, You shall ride on a kingly palm-strewn way, One day, one triumphing day.
The Madonna - An Anthology
Longmans, Green & Co., 1928. P. 60 The Five Glorious Mysteries |
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